The Path Toward Heaven

The atmosphere in the Prime Minister's Mansion was also tense, except for Zhuo Rusui.

He was sleepy, as usual.

Cen Xiangye's face was ugly, and Bai Qianjun's face was expressionless.

Xi Yiyun sat silently, still not believing that Jing Jiu could persuade Master to change his mind.

Lu Qing suddenly thought of a certain possibility, his face paled, his right hand trembled slightly, thinking that there would be no problems in the conversation, right?

No, Bu Qiuxiao is not that kind of person.

He could only hope so.

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In the old plum garden.

Jing Jiu glanced at Bu Qiuxiao's slightly trembling right hand, and said, Don't think about committing suicide, or I will spread the news to the whole world.

Bu Qiuxiao stared into his eyes and said, Why didn't you kill you?

Because you don't know if I have told others about it, it's not safe to kill me.

Jing Jiu said: And in my opinion, the scholars in Yimao Zhai are all educated, so they probably wouldn't do this kind of thing.

Bu Qiuxiao was silent for a long time, then said, Yes.

After saying these two words, he took a deep breath.

The lake wind is self-contained, and the treetops shake.

His eyes became calm and clear again, and he said, That's why I never thought of killing Master Nephew Yan.

Jing Jiu asked, Then why did he run away?

He didn't know what I was thinking, and thought I would kill him to silence him, but on the other hand, he still thought that I was not that kind of person, or because of this, he didn't tell this secret until the end of his life.

Bu Qiuxiao looked through the woods and landed on the lake, and said with emotion: Because of the same trust, I still regard him as a disciple in the altar. His life lamp has always been kept in the altar, but now it has become a memorial tablet.

Yan Shusheng's life lamp has always been in Yi Maozhai, so after being killed by Xi Wangsun, Bu Qiuxiao found out in such a short time and rushed over.

Jing Jiu shook his head and said, They're all too stubborn.

Bu Qiuxiao said: He just couldn't accept the story that happened to me.

Jing Jiu said: It's hard for ordinary people to accept it, let alone him who is too pedantic in reading.

Bu Qiuxiao looked away, looked at him and said seriously: This story is different from what you think.

Jing Jiu said: Of course, you were still very young at that time, and you were the future Master of Vegetarian Medicine, but she was already the Supreme Elder of Shuiyue Temple. How do you look at it...

Bu Qiuxiao's eyes turned cold.

Jing Jiu stopped speaking consciously.

Bu Qiuxiao suppressed the extremely complicated emotions in his heart, and said, Tell me, what exactly do you want?

Jing Jiu said: Brother Li and Cen Shi's marriage, you have to agree and advance it. Regarding the matter of the throne, Yi Mao Zhai remains neutral.

Bu Qiuxiao was silent for a while, and said, Actually, I really want to know what you will do if I disagree.

Regarding the incident back then, Jing Jiu only conjectured without any evidence.

Even if there is evidence, will those old events really have a fatal impact on a big man like Yi Mao Zhaizhu?

I can let the shutter man spread the news, but that is too slow, I will go directly to Shuiyue Temple.

Jing Jiu said: If you let Shuiyuean know that person is you, what will happen when that person wakes up? How many people can survive in Yimaozhai?

Bu Qiuxiao was silent again for a while, and said: She swore to cleanse herself to serve the Dao, but she was forced to violate the precepts. I was willing to take the responsibility, but she was not. Then something went wrong. I don't think I am at fault, but I also understand that I can't get away with it, but I just can't figure out why it all happened.

Jing Jiu said, Her choice or give in?

It's the word for love.

Bu Qiuxiao said: At that time, I only knew how to read books, but I didn't know the meaning of this word. After this incident, I read a lot of books and understood a lot of truths, but I still don't understand.

Jing Jiu thought of what Zhao Layue said.

The horse is grazing on the hillside, how can the grass owe it?

He said: Maybe it's just past life karma, she owes you too much, or you owe her too much.

Bu Qiuxiao raised his hand to express that he did not want to discuss this matter any more, and said, How can I trust you?

Jing Jiu said, When did Qingshan ever break a promise?

I have met young people like Guo Nanshan and Gu Han many times. I can trust them, but you can't, because you are not an ordinary Qingshan disciple.

Bu Qiuxiao said: And I have to be sure, is this what you mean, or Qing Shan's meaning?

Jing Jiu said, My meaning is Qing Shan's meaning. You should understand this when you come to see me.

Bu Qiuxiao said, I'm here because of the seal on the letter.

The story does not need evidence, it can be fabricated as much as you want, and then modified, determined by the audience's reaction, the direction and ending, but this kind of thing needs evidence.

Jing Jiu took out a small emerald green bamboo tablet with a golden pheasant engraved on it.

This is Yaofeng's fate card, and he used it as the token of Shenmo Peak back then, because Shenmo Peak ranked last among the nine peaks.

Yaofeng is very dissatisfied with this reason, because in its view, its so-called Yao means ranking first, not the smallest.

But no matter what, this small bamboo tablet has become a sacred object of Qingshan.

Wherever the bamboo sign arrives, it is like the presence of real Jingyang.

Bu Qiuxiao came to meet with him at the appointment today because he saw this seal in the letter.

Looking at the small emerald green bamboo tablet, Bu Qiuxiao felt a little emotional, just like all practitioners in Chaotian Continent.

He finally accepted Jing Jiu's proposal, but made the only request: Give us back the Guancheng pen.

Jing Jiu said, Liu Shisui is now considered a disciple of your Yimao Zhai. What's the difference between having the Guancheng pen in his hand and giving it back to Yimao Zhai?

Bu Qiuxiao couldn't help but said: If Master Jingyang knows that Qingshan has become like this, I don't know what he will think.

Jing Jiu said: Believe me, he will be a little surprised by this change, but he will like it.

Bu Qiuxiao looked at his face and said, It's really inappropriate for such a beauty to say such shameless words.

Liu Shisui's temperament is very suitable for using a Guancheng pen.

Jing Jiu talked about the matter again, and said, He is also your student now, so what if you give it to him? You can't let He get all the benefits.

In recent decades, the luckiest people in the practice world are He Zhan and Wang Xiaoming.

It is impossible for He Zhan's endless good luck to be arranged by Shuiyue Temple.

At that time, the winter should still be in the silkworm cocoon.

He went on to say: You have to be responsible for curing the ten-year-old's illness. This is something you promised the head and Chanzi.

Bu Qiuxiao sneered and said, Are you going to keep threatening me with this matter?

He Zhan's name should have been taken by the nunnery, but it just happened to fall on you.

Jing Jiu said calmly, The Lord of Veterans is a person who wants to become a saint, so why should he be contaminated with karma.

Yimaozhai scholar cultivates the righteous way, pursues eternal peace, and yearns for holiness in this world.

Different routes lead to the same goal, which is the same truth as Taoism's ascension to immortality.

Bu Qiuxiao stared into his eyes and said, What exactly do you want to say?

Jing Jiu said, You have promised so many things today, so I will send you a word back.

Bu Qiuxiao said, Please tell me.

Jing Jiu said, The sage has no name.

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Xi Yiyun opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to take down the paper crane flying outside the window, and untied it with talisman. Seeing a few lines of words written on the paper, his expression changed slightly, he remained silent for a long time, and handed it to Mr. Cen beside him. Cen Xiangye read the content on the note, raised his head, and glanced at Gu Qing with complicated emotions.

Gu Qing heaved a sigh of relief, stood up, and bowed his hands to Cen Xiangye.

Cen Xiangye nodded expressionlessly.

Gu Qing opened the door and walked out, looked at Jingshang, Jingli and his son standing under the tree and smiled slightly. Jingshang was still a little dazed, but Jingli had already reacted, clenched his fist in surprise, waved it vigorously twice, looked at the sky outside Xiangfu, and thought that my uncle is really amazing!

Not long after, laughter like silver bells sounded in the back garden of Xiangfu.

Not to mention those relatives who have various complex relationships with Yunmeng Mountain, the mothers and maids in the Xiangfu are really relieved, thinking that Miss Seven can finally get married.

Cen Shi was lying on the window sill, looking at the sky outside Xiangfu, her face was full of joy, thinking that the two cups of tea she poured for her uncle were really worth it.

The good news spread quickly in Chaoge City, and Prince Jing Xin's residence was naturally the first to receive the news.

Whether it was the prince himself or the immortal masters of the Zhongzhou sect, their expressions were extremely ugly.

The palace was beaming with joy, Jing Yao was happy because Brother Li had finally embraced a beautiful woman, and Concubine Hu Gui was happy because of Jing Yao.

She picked out a lot of things and prepared to send them to the Jingfu, and she paid as much attention to them as if she were marrying a daughter-in-law.

Regardless of joy or anger, the marriage between the prime minister's mansion and the Jing family shocked everyone.

It's just that no one knows exactly how Jing Jiu persuaded Bu Qiuxiao.

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The scholars in Yi Mao Zhai pay too much attention to reputation, no matter in life or after death, in Jing Jiu's view, this is the biggest problem.

The avenue is informal, and after he understands this truth, there will be no obstacles ahead, so today he will say the four words sage nameless.

The sage Wuming can be understood literally or in depth, but no matter what kind of understanding it is, it should be helpful to Bu Qiuxiao.

Again, Jing Jiu had a good impression of Bu Qiuxiao, although in today's conversation in the Old Plum Garden, Bu Qiuxiao obviously hid a lot of facts.

He Zhan's biological father is most likely not him.

But that man was more important than his own life and even his reputation.

It is true, even if he is hundreds of years older than the other party, what does it matter if the other party wants to break the precept?

After the appearance of Lian Sanyue, Shuiyue Temple has long been different from what it was back then. What can't be tolerated?

It is very likely that the problem is on He Zhan's biological father, and Bu Qiuxiao is taking the blame for that person.

The former owner of Yimao Zhai was highly respected and deeply affectionate towards his wife. He once wrote a Fu on crossing the river, which has been passed down for hundreds of years until today.

If the person who had an affair with the Supreme Elder of Shuiyuean was the former Zhaizhu, everything could be explained.

When Bu Qiuxiao left Yimaozhai, he was cleaning his teacher's ass.

After the death of the former vegetarian, he secretly took care of He Zhan, which also made sense.

Yan Shusheng misunderstood all of this.

Bu Qiuxiao couldn't argue.

However, this inference is uncertain, because Bu Qiuxiao will never admit anything, and He Zhan's parents died decades ago.

Thinking of this possibility, Jing Jiu had a better impression of Bu Qiuxiao.

As an apprentice, of course, he should do these things well for the teacher. Is this also a kind of unsung hero?

There is a Immortal Residence by the White Horse Lake, and its banquets are very famous, but as long as the money is enough, the hot pot can also be made extremely exquisite.

Jing Jiu walked into the box, looked through the mist and fell on Gu Qing's face, and said with satisfaction: You have worked hard these past few years, drink some wine tonight.

Gu Qing was so flattered that he didn't know what to say.

Then he saw Liu Shisui, thought this was a worry, and said, If you want to prepare for a Taoist battle, don't drink it.

Liu Shisui complied honestly.

Zhuo Rusui said with a smile: They are all practitioners, so it's okay to drink some wine and melt away at will.

Jing Jiu glanced at him, thinking that you are an unknown person in Shenmo Peak, what are you doing here for dinner?